A Fresh Start...

I overheard some undergraduates complaining about their workload for our Shakespeare class. I was complaining about it as well. I even pointed out how much more work the graduate students in the course have. Then it hit me like a brick wall. Why am I complaining?

I GET to do this work. It's not like I was forced to be sitting right here. I CHOOSE to sit here. I CHOOSE to do this work. If I don't want to do it, I wouldn't be here.

Grad. school is supposed to be a fresh start for me. No one knows the mistakes and bad decisions I've made in my past. My slate has been wiped clean, and I am more than happy to accept that realization.

I guess the good thing out of all of this has been that I'm finally old enough to realize that education is optional, not forced. I'm opting to be in grad. school. I'm opting to learn, even though I am not sure what I want to do with my life. Although, creative writing is becoming increasingly attractive.

We'll chalk all of this up to the maturing process.